Saturday, 26 April 2008
10:40:34 AM (GMT)
The day of the dead:
There once was a person names Fudge. Fudge liked studying dead people. He liked
looking at anything dead, which is very retarded. people thought he was deranged.
Which was true in a way. His sport was grave digging. This was against the law, but
he enjoyed opening a coffin and seeing a dead person. Well, one day, he set of for
grave digging when he had an idea. He decided to bring a flash light! (HE was not a
very bright child.... he always forgot to bring a flash light.) Well, as he got one.
So he went off with a flash light he named Ted. Ted and him became good friends. Ted
could fight the forces of evil! But Fudge didn't know this. he was not the brightest
child you know. That night he was looking for a 1998 death. HE hadn't cracked a
coffin open with that date of death in a long time. Soon he found his brother,
Perry,'s grave. HE died in 1990. He was 6 years old when he died. It had been 10
years! Fudge opened his grave, and was astonished to see his brother, Perry, alive
and well preserved! He had not grown a bit! He was still 6 year old Perry, Fudge
reached down and touched Perry's cheek. it was warm. "Perry?" Fudge asked. "Yes?" he
asked. His eyes fluttered open. "Why are you alive?" Fudge asked. "Because, YOU
Then, like that, he woke up in his bed, 4 years old with Perry right beside him.
"What a horrible dream!" Then he was back in the grave yard with the skeleton of
Perry in front of him. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing, Eh closed the coffin
and was no longer deranged. He was tired of dead things. He needed to focus on the
living and now, not death and the past. And Fudge changed his name to Arnold. And
Arnold lived happily ever after with living things!